As if hearing footsteps, the young man turned his head leisurely.
"It's you!"
Miyamoto's eyes shrank, and the first time he shouted.
"Yoshifu, do you know?" Miyamoto Banzang said.
Miyamoto Nogu said: "Father, I came back with Sakura just now, didn't you say it? Sakura was defeated in the hand of the Haruko Haruko, he was the mentor of Haruko Haruko."
Just now they were discussing this incident, and they were preparing to catch Tachibana Haruko to figure out how Ichi Haruko broke the mystery with ordinary swordsmanship, and the final outbreak of Miyamoto Sakura.
Unexpectedly.
Without waiting for them to do it, the instructor of Haruko Haruko came first.
Miyamoto Banzang stared at the dragon. Although the long hair was long, there was a beard, but he could still see that the other party was young and would not exceed 30 years old.
A young man under the age of 30 dared to break into the palace family and killed three swordsman.
All this reveals a trace of abnormality.
Miyamoto Banzang did not order it immediately. He grabbed the young man, and he slowly spoke: "You, my family's family’ s family Miyamoto Banzang, I do n’t know who is?
Long Yi poked his fingers: "Who am I, you don't need to know, as long as you hand over Miyamoto Sakura, I don’t embarrass you."
"Surprove Miyamoto Sakura?" Miyamoto Banzang said: "What do you mean? Does Sakura have offended?"
Long indigenous smiled: "Your palace family is really forgetful. The gambling war just made now has forgotten so soon? Miyamoto Sakura and my disciples Nihua Haruko failed, so she was a slave of Haruko. I just went to the palace.
This family came to collect the account. "
"Yefu, what's the matter?" Miyamoto Banzang looked at Miyamoto.
Miyamoto Nonfu did not say that he had gambled, because he didn't think it was worth mentioning at all. He was a Tyranian family. Even if he won, he wanted to make the young lady of the Miyamoto family be a slave, dream.
But but the other party came to the door because of this ridiculous bet.
Miyamoto's face was ugly: "Father, this is a joke of Sakura willfulness, it is not true."
"Do you have to do it? Tens of thousands of people hear it, and the eyes are playing. This is the spirit of the samurai of your palace family, admire, admire."
"Baga!"
Miyamoto Nogu was angry, and his eyes were murderous.
At the scene of the Kendo Contest, Long was to reveal his old back to face. He did not give him face to face. He was extremely arrogant. He had no intention to let go of this guy.
Unexpectedly, this guy was 10,000 times more mad than he thought.
Actually boarded the door of Miyamoto, killing the three swordsman, and ridiculed the entire Miyamoto family at will.
Miyamoto Nogu pulled out the samurai knife lightning, beheaded towards the top of the dragon, cut off, and a bright silver sword, like the practice that was hanging down in nine days, instantly made the entire Dojo.
The terrible edge allows everyone's eyes to close involuntarily.
The knife light torn the air and made a torn sound of the cloth. The fast of this knife seemed to surpass time and space.
Miyamoto Nogu is the strength of Miyamoto's strongest and big swordsman.
He was angry.
Is it comparable to Jianhao.
Even if Long came in, he killed the three swordsman, and he had confidently to kill him with confidence.
Xue Liang's blade, within a thousandth of thousands, cut to the top of the dragon's head. Looking at the direction of the blade, the cruel smile appeared on the face of Miyamoto Fuku. His favorite was to watch the enemy in his own
The one under the knife is divided into two pictures.
There is a bloody beauty, like the art of murder.
The moment the blade arrived at the forehead, the dragon seemed to react. He raised his hand and his movements were very slow, but at the moment he raised his hand, time seemed to follow slowly, or even stagnated.
Miyamoto Kani clearly saw that he had been cut to the other party, but when the other person raised his hand slowly, he stopped in the air, watching his hand raised, bend his fingers, played in his
Above the blade.
Bang!
Finger thunder.
Throughout the dojo, it shook violently, and the glass around was crushed.
Then, a figure instantly smashed the walls of the dojo, 咚, 咚, 咚, 咚, and I do n’t know how many houses of the house were smashed, and the sound disappeared until 100 meters away.
In the dojo.
The whistling voice is still constantly.
Even at the fingertips of the dragon, a white air ring swept out.
That's because the speed is too fast, surpassing the sound barrier.
Only then let the sound continue.
The entire dojo, a dead silence.
Everyone watched, the large humanoid hole on the wall, and a broken trace, extended out, and could not see the end.
In the dojo, Miyamoto Nogu has disappeared, leaving only the dragon behind his back, retracting slowly, and the expression is light and light.
Calling flies.
Everyone's head is blank, standing there for half a minute. After half a minute.
Guru!
Miyamoto Banzang's throat rolled a bit, and the people of the other Miyamoto's family slowly turned around from the state of stiffness, losing their souls.
Turn his head and look at the young man who stands on the negative hand, like the ghost god.
"Pavilion, your own." Miyamoto Banzang always collapsed in front without color change. He could also talk about it before the emperor, but now, he is like an old man who has lost his language function.
: "You, you, to the end, who?" Who? "
He doesn't know how terrible the dragon is.
However, it must be the existence of the Swordsman, the god of the swordsman.
Is it a god in front of me.
Miyamoto Banzang, as the owner of the Miyamoto family, naturally knows that there is a god in this world. White bird dragon is a god realm. Although it is respected as a sword saint in the Japanese country, now the god of God is no longer a secret.
Since Huaxia's war god has eased the "God Realm Agreement", the gods are already a role that cannot be ignored on the world stage.
Being able to sit on the same way with the President of the Super President.
Although Miyamoto was respected as the first Kendo family in the Japanese country, in front of God, shit was not.
Dragon faintly said: "I want me to say the second time? Put out Miyamoto Sakura."
Miyamoto Homesi trembled, and those masters of Miyamoto also looked at each other. Just one minute ago, if someone dared to say this in the Miyamoto family, they would be unloaded eight pieces by them, but now, everyone does not dare to speak.
Miyamoto Banzang's forehead rolled coldly. If Long wants to be a woman of Miyamoto's family, even if he is a newly married wife, he will not hesitate, but Miyamoto Sakura is different.
Miyamoto Banzang trembled: "You, Sakura, she is the disciple of the Swordson Palace, and the disciple of the white bird swordsman."